Temporary I find myself in temporary depression… from time to time… quite often… it’s wiped away by the presence of certain individuals, or a mind numbing movie, or a good lecture… but as soon as I’m done with that moment, I am back in it… sometimes at work I type words into google like Tesla, and end up feeling more depressed after reading, for the fact that the world seems to overlook greatness… I am depressed with the world, it does not impress me like it used to… I am depressed with mankind… My depression is not temporary, it is constant, I only temporarily notice it before I try to distract myself… I want to grab all of mankind by the shoulders and just shake it awake, screaming, praying that everyone will realize the pointlessness of all of this… There really is no point to any of it… Nikola Tesla, Marcus Aurelius, or even Thomas Jefferson for that matter, may have been some of the most brilliant minds, but for what? To what end was it worth furthering civilization? For what? This entire existence is really temporary… Even if your memory may live on forever, what are we remembering anyone for? For what could any accomplishment mean given our relative insignificance to the infinity that is our surroundings? I don’t think I’m depressed because of existence, but rather it’s lack of meaning, and the fact I feel that no one truly questions everything as I do…
Temporary
I find myself in temporary depression… from time to time… quite often… it’s wiped away by the presence of certain individuals, or a mind numbing movie, or a good lecture… but as soon as I’m done with that moment, I am back in it… sometimes at work I type words into google like Tesla, and end up feeling more depressed after reading, for the fact that the world seems to overlook greatness… I am depressed with the world, it does not impress me like it used to… I am depressed with mankind… My depression is not temporary, it is constant, I only temporarily notice it before I try to distract myself… I want to grab all of mankind by the shoulders and just shake it awake, screaming, praying that everyone will realize the pointlessness of all of this… There really is no point to any of it… Nikola Tesla, Marcus Aurelius, or even Thomas Jefferson for that matter, may have been some of the most brilliant minds, but for what? To what end was it worth furthering civilization? For what? This entire existence is really temporary… Even if your memory may live on forever, what are we remembering anyone for? For what could any accomplishment mean given our relative insignificance to the infinity that is our surroundings? I don’t think I’m depressed because of existence, but rather it’s lack of meaning, and the fact I feel that no one truly questions everything as I do…